My parents are amazed each year, when we’re back in the States for summer vacation, at how much Eden has grown. They go on and on about changes that have, for me, gone largely unnoticed. It isn’t until I come across an old photo that I realize what a difference a year makes. I had a similar experience a few days ago when I read through a few of my old blog posts. I was taken aback by the very different way that I thought and wrote not too long ago.

I am a very different person now.

I only hope that all of the shifts in my thinking and in my faith are, like the changes my parents notice in Eden each year, signs of growth, of maturation. It certainly feels like this is a good thing. At least most of the time.